Last year my friends invited an uber hot bicyclist/pothead/hippie (redundant much?) to a party. Girls flocked to him with raging boners, myself included. He was talking all kinds of tree hugging BS but no one really cared... Until he pulled out his necklace, that was attached to a vintage key; "This is the key to my heart, and I've been wearing it for years looking for the person who's worthy of it." At that moment you could have almost heard an audible "psssssssssssssss"... Boners deflating everywhere, and people walked away to mingle with others.
I mean sure, someone ended up boning his hot bod that night (this is the real world after all), but at least I felt neither jelly nor bitter.